This morning I passed by a mirror and saw some gray hair on my face. It was under my chin too. I heard this happens to old dogs. Even young dogs.
I’ll tell you another thing that happened. My mother started giving me icky dog food. She said I was getting a little fat. That’s great. The new me. Gray and fat.
Have you heard people say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? But that’s simply not true. Not for me anyway. Last week I learned how to balance a Cheerio on my nose. I was pretty good at it.
My next trick? Sneaking into the car when my mother’s not looking. I don’t like to be left alone so much anymore.
I hope she doesn’t give me away like my last family did. I couldn’t help it if I was getting bigger.
But she doesn’t seem to mind that I’m getting a little gray and a little fat. I know she loves me anyway. Except for that icky dog food.